"Please let me go", she softly said with her hands hanging down her wet body. He didn't. He just kept his lips pasted on her forehead with his eyes shut.
"Do you really want me to do that?", he eventually asked as he raised her face while stroking and massaging the inner strands of her dripping wet hair. She exhaled, deeply.
One thing about break ups is that they come in the same box as uncertainty. They're an inseparable package. No matter the amount of hurt, anger and toxicity, when it's time to officially let go there's always going to two different voices singing opposing melodies in each ear.
"I love you, Enhle. Ngiyak'thanda sthandwasami. Xola thembalami. I am really sorry for taking you for granted and putting your life at risk. I was reckless, I know. I was stupid, I sure as hell know. Kodwa into engiyaziyo ukuthi kuwo wonke lo msangano angikazi ngingabaze uthando lwami for wena. "You belong with me baby. I am your man and you're my woman. End of story"(in all this madness I've never been unsure of my love for you)
She bowed her head as she felt the water from the shower head sweeping down her face along with her tears. She raised her hands to caress his cheeks. His were still behind her head.
"I am tired. My soul feels weak, detached and lost. I want you to find your happiness and allow me to find mine. Don't have anybody follow me. Just-- I am begging you to let me go"
"You're my happiness kodwa nje?", he defended.
"I am not. I am not your happiness. I am the surface of your attachment. You've been with me for so long that you're afraid of change", she calmly stated.
"Are we in psychology class yin? Why are you thinking on my behalf?"
"I'm not--"
"You can travel around the whole world if you feel that's what you need but into engizok'tshela yona ukuthi ngeke uzuy'nuke idivorce la k'mina"(There's no divorce you're getting from me), he declared with absolute certainty. She sighed and dropped her face. He cupped her chin and brought it back up.
"Ungilalele mama?"(Are you listening?), he questioned with an intimidating yet gentle look only he can pull off. She looked away. His face followed the direction of hers as his hands travelled down to her bxxbs.
"Manqo...", he didn't allow her to finish that sentence. His lips were already on hers and by the time her brain received this stimulus it was already confused. The sensation of him rubbing his hands on her soft bxxbs under and over water had her lose all sense. That's the thing about wanting to break up with a man you still love wholeheartedly and yet give an opportunity to change your mind - he will milk you dry of all your intelligence. The kiss got heated and had them both panting. He pulled her dress off and it spattered against the floor. The towel around his waist followed suit. His hands dug into the cellulite of her a** the moment he pulled and picked her up.
"Mbulazi... baby... wait...", the little sense in her that kept dropping in and out of a coma tried to jump in front of this fast moving train. His finger was already inside her as he balanced her against the cold tiles of the wall. She swallowed as he kissed her wet chest.
"Mm!", that was her reacting to the finger that was busy provoking her g-spot.
"Fxxxxxxxxck!!!!!", she exclaimed.
"Cxm for me", he encouraged as he watched the sexual demon in her lose control.
"Fxxxck I'm bout to cxm I'm bout to cxm!!"
"I said cxm for me baby. Cxm for daddy", he proceeded to pour diesel onto the fire.
"Shxxxxxxxxxxxt!!", she was crying out loud as she felt her core explode. He placed his hands under her thighs and slid her up the wall, making her sit on his face as she hung in the air. He ate her out and ate her out good. He was moaning while busy digging into her with his tongue. Her hands were both on his head as she yelled for mercy. Her juices poured into his mouth and he drank and lapped them up like a thirsty tiger by a distant stream. When he finally brought her down, her battery was almost flat, yet he wasn't done. He lifted both legs up and shoved himself in. She gasped as she held on to him. By that single first thrust she just knew he wasn't going to be gentle. He gave her another gut-churning stroke and she gasped louder this time.
"Do you know how beautiful you are? How RARE you actually are? Hm?", he groaned as he slowly slid out though not entirely.
She quickly nodded.
"Do you see yourself as someone worth letting go off? Musa ukungi sanganela ngiyathemba uyagcina namhlanje?"(I hope this is the last day you're going crazy on me), he warned. She never replied. He scoffed and rammed himself into her.
"Ahh!!", she screamed. She was feeling it and feeling all of it. Every inch, every muscle and all the meat to his manhood, bxlls deep.
"Ngikhuluma ngedwa yin?"(Am I speaking to myself?), he questioned before taking one of her bxxbs into his mouth. He head fell back at the pleasure. He continued suckling on it as he massaged it.
"Hm?", he said. She shook her head.
"Angikuzwa mina mama"(I can't hear you)
"Awukhulumi wedwa Zikode"(You're not speaking to yourself)
"Ngikhuluma nobani?"(Who am I speaking to?)
"Nomfazi wakho"(You're speaking to your wife)
"Uyazi lomfazi ukuthi ngimthanda kangakanani?"(Does this wife know how much I love her?)
She shook her head softly.
He French kissed her for some minutes before gently pulling on her lower lip then letting it go. He continued serving his strokes till he came into her, shooting his hot stuff into her; a feeling he knew very well she enjoyed.
"Ngimthanda ukufa. Umtshele umumbona"(I love her to death. Tell her when you see her)
She dropped her head on his naked shoulder. She loved him so much it hurt.
"But baby this is so toxic...", she said. He pulled out and put her down.
"I have no idea what the hell that is", he said before giving her a brief kiss. After that, he grabbed a dry towel then walked out the shower.
